1

I have talked a little
Differently
With great sorrow

Miss
But I am saying
That you will not misunderstand me
At the end these are only the words
Of the poet
And you know that it is allowed
to undress the covered thoughts
Every part to undress
So they can wear the costumes of my preference
In every naked part
Or
If this is enough for you
To say I love you
I decide to prefer
What everyone says
To everyone
And the man to his wife
Miss

I have completely another idea

2
What if
The thought has no value for the word
Or the word
The Spirit of human being
Is vocal without thinking deeply
You are miss word
And me, mister wisdom
I have seen them just like this
Myself with you and you with myself
Even this formula of love
Everywhere
Where it has remained after
Modernization

This is why
You are gorgeous Madame Word
When Mr. Wisdom

Gives the beauty to you

3
Let’s continue then
We should gather our forces
Because

Silence
Is looking at us with anxiety
What is happening with us
But never mind
Miss Word
I want to kiss you now
Only once
Because the second and the third
I don’t know how they will come
Let freedom live in freedom
Let
The word
And the brain
Speak what they wish
Me,
I want my first kiss now

Paris, July, 2006

Under the shade of memory

I told you something forgotten
The things that you will not remember even tomorrow
 

Forgiveness is always much more ancient
When silence is traveling
 

At the oak dried from the sun
I am awaiting you
In the same line with the verse
Hung in the abyss of the mountain

There I await only love
And I sat to relax

I tried to
Exhaust the autumn or to dream the light
Only to say a word

June, 2004 

The Queen Of The Night

My hand does not reach you
Today
Neither my eyes will not reach
Your home city
Queen
There is either something inside your body
Or I am not in a good mood

The  night’s eyes are lightening
They are whitening the sky of wisdom
Over your body
It has not arrived yet
In the night’s kingdom

As curious you are
The shades of long hands should not be yours
In tonight’s dinner without a queen

The Days Will Depart One Time

How to say a word to you
My word, soft and so warm

Always towards the good
We should speak beautifully

Why it is important to our age
The opinions that don’t help us

Below the hair, over the eyebrows
Is appearing a love

Under the quietness of the tree shades
I hit the veins of thought

The days will depart at one point
From the beginning

What Do You Want From the Anti Dream

There was a very enigmatic trip
It was taking everything with her
The departure and arrival

Taking with her the welcome and non welcome
And you
With many lyrics were dreaming
For love

Every direction had a road
You who did not ruin the desire of the dream
What do you want from the anti dream
Where yesterday turned into the day before yesterday

Tomorrow turns into today
You took everything of mine with yourself
And threw it away from me

Away from you
The emptiness of which

I have always been scared
So that it does not get too late

Brussels, 15 November 2007

The Times Didn’t Have Time

Girl you know the legend
How many crossroads are in the Pharaoh's night
In the stone of Prevesa and the red apple
Are relaxing the heavy seasons
A trip for another November

Everything comes with you
I am growing for two square feet of soil
Every day we are crossing the seasons
How many times I wanted to love you

Times did not have time
The long roads and the nights without a moon
Crossed in silence the ages
Your song is coming to me

Like the months of November in late Falls
This is not the time
It is such a warm summer

Dukaiva, July, 2004